Hallow Gourd
Snap my lonely stem and
Amputate my denied attachments and
Discover the life that drains
From an open wound.
Oozing to the earth it will
Whet the desires of worms,
Each wondering why tears
Taste so much like pulp
From a pale and oddly shaped
Pumpkin.
Copyright © Will Hollis | Year Posted 2009
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